After a few seconds, he heard a muffled clap of thunder.
The sound of thunder came from afar. It was not loud, but it was still vigorous. Accompanying the sound was an earth pillar, which happened to be right next to the cabin where the snow powder was detonated.
"What happened just now?"
"The snow powder was detonated?"
"It doesn't look like it. It seems to have been done by that ship."
"Are you kidding me? It's almost a mile away."
The Knight Knights were in a heated discussion. Weimar frowned. Could it be that... the other party had already sensed that something was amiss underground?
According to the intelligence gathered from various channels, the rebel king possessed extremely powerful snow powder weapons. Regardless of range or accuracy, they were superior to the iron pipes hammered out by the blacksmiths in King's City. Therefore, from the beginning, His Majesty had decided not to confront the rebel king head-on. Instead, he would use the strategy of exploding barrels of snow powder to make those weapons useless. In addition, the thing that was emitting flames at the bow of the ship was probably an enlarged version of the firearm. It could hold more snow powder and launch more powerful shot balls. However, it was much more difficult to manufacture than handheld firearms. The blacksmiths of the entire city had been busy working for an entire winter, but the gadgets they made were not even as good as the catapults.
Not long after, flames appeared again, accompanied by the same low rumble. This time, the earth pillar rose up close to the cabin, and the splashing soil smashed onto the roof of the cabin.
His guess had come true. The other party had obviously come for this cabin. They had already discovered the snow powder buried near the pier! In this way, His Majesty Timothy's ambush plan would be useless. Weimar thought to himself that they might really have a chance to touch the city wall.
In that case, whether the snow powder weapons were more ferocious or the city wall of King's City was more solid, he would know after this battle.
Just then, a loud noise rolled over the top of the city wall.
The sound was so loud that it sounded like a clap of thunder exploding right next to one's ears!
The ground in front of the pier suddenly arched up into a small hill. Countless amounts of soil and stones were thrown high into the air. Thick smoke and white mist burst out of the soil, forming a cloud-like mass of air. A violent tremor swept through the earth, and the top of the city wall swayed in an instant. Weimar instinctively crouched down, but Carr sprained his ankle and fell beside him.
The soil that flew into the air fell down like a rainstorm, but no sound could be heard when it hit the ground. Weimar's ears buzzed, and it took a while for him to recover from the sudden tremor.
Damn it, that idiot didn't even wait for the flag to signal before detonating all the snow powder!
The originally flat ground now looked like it had been bitten by something. There were potholes everywhere, and hot air and white smoke were still constantly coming out of the loose black mud. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Weimar poked half his head out from behind the battlement and saw that the fleet in the distance had started moving again. They formed a line and headed for the pier. The militias that were originally used as bait were either paralyzed on the dock, or had already dropped their weapons and began to scatter in all directions.
"Who was responsible for igniting the fire?" Si Carr flew into a rage out of humiliation and picked up the guard beside him. "I'm going to twist his head off!"
"That's someone arranged by His Highness," Steelheart Knight scolded. "Keep an eye on them. They're about to go ashore and prepare to raise the blue flag."
I hope that the guy hiding in the warehouse can complete the task, he thought.
In the end, there was no movement at the pier until the other party had all landed on land.
*
When the earth-shattering roar sounded just now, Allen Abel was taking care of his sword. The huge explosion and tremor shocked him so much that he almost dropped the sword hilt.
Even though he knew in advance that there would be such a thing, he still did not expect that the sound of the snow powder explosion would be so shocking.
This was still two or three miles away. If he was in the middle of a trap, what would the scene be like?
He calmed down his restless mount, sheathed his sword, and gestured to the cavalry behind him. "When the door opens, you will charge with me. Don't hold back the horses. Behind them is the canal!"
The crowd had not yet recovered from the shock of the thunder, and their response was uncertain.
Allen shouted loudly, "This is a trap set by His Majesty. The wrath of Thunder punishes the opponent, not us! Cheer up, they have nowhere to retreat! "
"Yes..." This time, the answer was more in unison.
The group of mercenaries behind him still looked confused. Allen shook his head disdainfully. He did not take these people seriously. He was just following behind to clean up the mess.
However, after a while, the city gate still did not open.
What was going on? He looked at the top of the city wall with some doubt, but Steelheart Knight did not give any new instructions. The charge could begin at any time, and he could not leave his position to ask about the situation. Time passed slowly. Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound again. The sound seemed to come from a very far distance. If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be an attack from the enemy.
What went wrong with the plan? Could it be that the snow powder trap did not make the enemy collapse and escape?
While feeling a little anxious, a strange wind suddenly sounded. Before Allen had time to think about it, the green bricks beside the city gate suddenly burst open!
Crack!
The flying stone debris splashed everywhere. He felt a numbness in his waist and fell off the horse stiffly. The frightened horse stepped on his thigh while running away.
The intense pain made him cry out, "Ah, my leg!"
"Captain!"
"Lord Allen!"
The two squires immediately surrounded him.
"Control the team, don't let them run around!"
Allen shouted while enduring the pain.
The formation of the cavalry fell into chaos. No one knew what was going on, and they all rode away. The squires shouted with all their might, but it was difficult to suppress the sudden change.
He tried his best to get up, but to no avail. He stuck his head out and saw that his thigh was twisted into a strange shape. The wound was a bloody mess, and the deformed armor plate was tilted to one side. The white broken bone had torn through his flesh and pants, revealing a small part of his thigh. There were still bits of flesh hanging from it.
Allen's heart suddenly turned cold. His career as a Knight was over.
At this moment, the strange sound of the wind sounded again.
This time, it was the city gate that suddenly changed.
He saw with his own eyes that the two guards behind the city gate were instantly surrounded by a cloud of debris. The scattered wood and flying stone debris swept past. When the dust dissipated, Allen was shocked to find that the upper bodies of the two guards seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade. Blood mixed with red and green internal organs flowed all over the ground. There were still five or six cavalrymen lying behind them. The usually harmless pieces of wood had now become deadly weapons. They stabbed into the body like knives, and the thumb-sized stones could actually penetrate the armor!
There was also a hole the size of a washbasin on the two-foot-thick city gate, and the enemy was still three miles away!
"Devil, the enemy is a devil!"
No one knew who shouted, but the already chaotic scene instantly became a pot of boiling oil.
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